The definition of the word love is incorrectly associated with what it truly describes.

Truly, love cannot be described without the use of affection, fondness, liking yet these words dance in circles when describing one another.

Love is fleeting yet heartbreak lasts for eternities

Why do we continue to dance in the glass scattered circle of love when the cost outweigh the benefit?

When you constantly play with fire, eventually you will get burnt regardless of your luck or speed

If you constantly dabble with love, you eventually experience heartbreak yet you still chase after this feeling despite the pain you have felt

I don't understand

Love appears as a flower that you cut from the garden and place in a beautiful vase with pure water and warm sunlight

The longer it sits the faster it dies to leave behind the weeping petals and the cutting thorns

Before long, the flower is gone, replaced with a more beautiful one cut from the garden.